In the gentle folds of time, she stands,
A beacon of love with tender hands,
Whispering tales of days gone by,
Her wisdom like stars in the night sky.
Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
Her kitchen, where love and flavors meet,
With every stitch in the quilts she made,
She wove a legacy that would never fade.
Her garden, a canvas of blooming grace,
Flowers reflecting her gentle face,
In every petal, a story told,
In every breeze, her spirit bold.
Though years have passed and sheâs now gone,
Her legacy of love still carries on,
In every memory, a piece of her stays,
Guiding us through life’s winding ways.